My Dutch SiL grew up in a family of 7 kids who grew up in a small townhouse right on the harbor in The Hague. The 4 boys had one bedroom, the 3 girls the other, and the parents slept on a fold-out couch in the living room.

Thanks much for the ~ma. Hubby's doing well, but they're keeping him for another couple of hours to make sure he's getting proper respiration. I think we'd be home by now, but there were various delays all over the place. He'll be on oxygen at home for a few days because of swelling issues up in the sinus cavities, but the doc says he should be fine.

Many hugs to the Buffistas.

Yay, Connie! I'm glad everything went well. Much recovery~ma to your DH!

When I was talking about all this to one of my friends in the department this morning, she told me, "Calm down! You're so nervous you're going to have a heart attack!" She also said that her advisor has never said anything about her writing, since neither of them are native English speakers. (Her English is pretty good. Her advisor's English is atrocious. I have no idea who edits his papers, but his published papers are all written pretty clearly, while emails from him pretty much look like he just threw a bunch of words up in the air and let them land wherever they landed, and then randomly changed all the verb tenses around.)

Connie, I'm so glad that everything went well.

ION, someone stop me from browsing the Fluevog site. I can't afford more boots. Pete would kill me if I thought about buying more boots. But now that I know how comfortable the "Mini" heels are, wow am I coveting the Mini Lambchop boots: [link]

Yay for everything going well, Connie.

What a relief, Connie.

Well, two things of note for me, one, the coat enabling from a couple of weeks ago finally kicked in and I ordered this duffle coat. I got black, even though I have two other black coats and a black leather jacket (I see Jill already raising an eyebrow and saying "Never too much black," with which I agree, actually.) I'm happy, because I've wanted a duffle coat for ages and now I'll be living somewhere I can actually wear one for more than two days out of the year.

Leading me to thing two of note, which is after much back and forth, post-inspection and the owners being just the teensiest bit cheap, we've settled on a final price for the house. Closing will be around Dec. 12th and we'll be moving early/mid-January.

MEEP!

I'm so glad, Connie.

Re: kids sleeping. I don't remember much before 4 or 5, but at that point (at the latest) my parents were adamant about me sleeping in my own room. As far as how they made that work goes, well, I have no idea. I remember having nightmares, running into their room, and having Mom or Dad carry me back and staying with me until I fell asleep again.

Until I was in my 30s I had no idea that parents with more than one bedroom slept in the same room as their kids in the US. It was more of a "huh" revelation than anything—it just hadn't crossed my mind that that would happen.

I have no memory of sleeping in my parents' bed. I suspect my dad wouldn't have gone for it. However, I used to sneak into their room in the middle of the night because they had an air conditioner, and I did not.